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The Coterie - The Edition Hotel (pt 1)
By: BIGDoor82 Date: February 14, 2025, 2:18 pm
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# Tampa by Night: The Edition
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## Anastasia Anderson / 2025-02-05 12:30:44 | 12196
Stacy
*Young hearts, out our minds
Runnin' 'til we outta time
Wild childs, lookin' good
Livin' hard just like we should*
-Kesha
[*Approved*]
Malkavian | Oracular Ability
Visual (Colorful Sparkles) and Auditory (Whispers)
Hallucinations
BP: 12/12, 1/turn | W: 4/4 | Humanity: 6
Feeding, for me, went as smoothly as ever. I was expedient, only
getting what I needed. Like always it was on the dance floor, in
the form of a kiss, which I bit the tongue of my victims. Mess.
Still, while I danced and fed I kept an eye on my young
companion. She needed specific blood, and so her hunting methods
were different from mine.
The whispers spoke, sometimes repeating the music, sometimes
reminding me that the man is coming, other times taunting me,
telling me I will fail. The sparkles danced in time with the
music, and would settle on those who would become my victims.
It’s a dance of sight and sound that is ever present.
Once we’re done, it is time. We must retire to the hotel. The
sun will rise soon, and we must be in a safe place before it
does…
*The Edition Penthouse*
The twins came with us, keeping a respectable distance, but
being watchful. I rarely go anywhere without them. MK and I are
arm in arm, each with a bottle in our free hands, looking for
all the world to simply be two rich drunk chicks as we make our
way into the hotel and up to our room. The twins separate, one
goes to the security room, flashes credentials that get him in,
and helps with the hotel’s security to keep the Penthouse safe.
They’re both armed with their weapons. The other twin comes with
us, and will guard the elevator’s penthouse exit.
Once we’re in the room, MK and I, I drop the act, mostly, walk
over to the couch, Spin “Whee!” and land on my back. I’m still
dressed like I was at the club, the smallest amount of sparkle
fabric I can legally wear in public, and glitter makeup and body
spray. I smell of kine. I feel good. Alex takes his place in the
chair by the elevator door. He’s dressed professionally casual,
but his tattoos can still be seen in some places, like his neck
and hands.
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## M'Kayleigh Bancroft / 2025-02-06 00:55:42 | 12214
"Don't talk like you don't want me,
Don't talk like I'm some zombie"
[Ventrue Neonate] [Fame:1] [Blush of Health]
"Cause I know you love this feeling - Say you're ready to go,
Say you're ready to go.
I know your body's screaming - Say you're ready to go, Say
you're ready to go."
[App:4 Exotic] [Cha:3] [Presence:3]
[WP: 5/5 - H:6 - BP: 8/10]
Tampa, FL
M'Kayleigh lead Stacy through the front of the club, and past
the bouncers and other door staff. She waves the club staff and
a few random people off. She didn't have time for some local DJ
to slip her a USB of his mix, or some fangirl to get a pic to
tag in her Instagram. "ugh, BZZZ BZZZ randos" It was far too
late for all that, and it was close enough to sunup at this
point she wouldn't be able to *really* enjoy the hunt. She was
frustrated at the events of the night, and the situation they
were going to have to deal with once they get to the hotel. She
hadn't fed, and she was cutting it close. She needed the blood,
but she didn't have time to hunt in her usual way. Still, she
had short-cuts she could take to expedite the process.
"Stacy, VIP ASAP BRB. You stay here. Don't leave the dancefloor"
Her eyes locked in on Stacy, searching for the signs of lucid
understanding. "Stay Here" She repeats. Once she was sure that
Stacy was good, she made her way hastily towards the VIP section
and finds her ecstacy dealer, a slightly dorky looking guy in
his 20s wearing a backwards hat and a backpack. "Roger, one time
sneaky link, not tonight tho. I'll let you smash, no cap. Kitty
emoji." She winks "Gotta spill the tea bro, whos rolling?" The
drug dealing college chemist jumped at the chance to hook up
with MK, and was more than willing to point out the people he
had sold to. It wasn't narcing if its not cops, right?
MK slinks out onto the dancefloor, for a moment enjoying the
music before checking on Stacy. She lets her eyes flick from
random blonde girl to random blonde girl searching for her
Malkavian companion until she makes brief eye contact with her.
She spins on the heels of her flat bottom sandals and makes her
way back up the stairs to the VIP area. She slides up next to a
dark haired girl roughly her age, her gaze locked with the girls
dilated eyes. She smoothly reaches up and touches her cheek.
"OMG slay queen. You are a whole snack. I could eat you up" she
grins and leans in to kiss the girl, who was happy to return the
kiss with little more prompting than MK just being MK. She
trails her kisses from the girls lips across the edge of her
jawline to her ear, and then down to her neck. She cups the
other girls head in her hand as she feeds from her. She was
growing to enjoy the taste of blood, but it was the flood of
serotonin that rushed through the girl's veins as MK fed that
she was after. It was the way in which her Clan's prey exclusion
manifested in her. She didn't just enjoy it, she required it.
She wouldn't take very much of the girl's blood, just enough to
satisfy the hunger. When finished she finds Stacy and they leave
together.
M'Kayleigh wasn't thrilled about the situation when arriving at
the hotel. Sure, it made sense to lock down the penthouse suite
of the hotel and 'make a circle with the wagons' or whatever
Clara was talking about, but the whole 'one way in, one way out'
thing sounds like a few trap-houses she's been in. She wasn't
the strategist here, so she would follow Clara's lead. She just
knew she had to keep it low-key, until they figure it out. The
last thing she wanted was for her sire to find out, and chastise
her for whatever mistake she was bound to be making. "Whew, just
made it before sunrise. The night wasn't a complete L, def not a
W tho. I guess i"ll call it a T. Whatevs" She tosses her phone
and her 'go bag' onto a nearby chair and falls onto the couch
next to Stacy. "love you bitch" She glances to Clara "You didn't
miss much at the club, unfortunately... major *whomp whomp*" she
makes the sad trombone sound and giggles a little. "How did your
thing go?" She asks the cowgirl who had been busy setting up
some protection for the Coterie. "who's ya friend?" She looks to
Serge, briefly.
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## Clara Groves / 2025-02-06 01:20:08 | 12220
*I want to watch you bleed
You're the crime but I'm the scene*
Toreador | Auspex 2 | Enchanting Voice
The Tampa Edition: Penthouse Suite
Sebastian precedes her, bringing two large suitcases and a
duffel bag up with him on the elevator. He takes the luggage
inside and sets up, the smaller bag first - his stuff. A case of
beer for him and the twins, a pack of energy drinks, a single
change of clothes (*men*) and a Springfield Saint Edge AR pistol
gussied up with accessories as though for a ball, with a C-mag
slotted and a spare waiting on the counter. He takes the dark
blue suitcase into the master bedroom (the *only* bedroom) and
leaves it in a corner, then hefts the red one onto the dining
room table and leaves it for the boss. The fridge gets stocked,
since only him and The Boys will be using it anyways, and he
cracks a Coors Banquet as a reward for his labors.
Of course, Clara and her new hire are not far behind. She
hustles in without looking to the help for permission to do
absolutely anything, making a bee line to the table and
unzipping the bag there. She doesn't even take the time to doff
her pinstripe duster. Inside, in a padded compartment, rests a
TenPoint TRX 515 crossbow with severely bent limbs and an
optical scope, a rack of wooden-shaft bolts mounted beneath it.
She leaves that where it is, opening a pair of side pockets to
withdraw three components: the upper receiver, the lower and
exotic wood stock, and the pin of a breathtaking Beretta
over-under shotgun hand engraved with a scene of ducks in flight
and gilded with silver. She puts it together like a child
slapping Lego bricks together and slots a pair of
aggressive-looking 3" orange-hulled shells into the chambers.
She sets this next to the bag and lets out a breath. "Do *not*
touch this," she cautions the other vampires, the first time
she's bothered to acknowledge them.
From a third slot comes a Colt Dragoon revolver, a powder horn
and a pouch that rattles softly like there's soft metal bits
inside. She takes a seat and looks at the others, laying these
items out carefully. "This is Sergine. They're new in town, but
come highly recommended by Brighton. They'll be stayin' with us
for the duration." Her bright eyes flicker between Stacy and MK.
"Anastasia, have you had any more visions? Something that could
clarify what we're dealing with?" Her hands pour a black powder
into the chamber of the revolver. She's done this for fifty
years or so and doesn't need to watch her work. It's all rote
now, she knows exactly how long it takes to pour fifty grains.
And once it's done she reaches into the velvet pouch and
extracts a pressed silver ball, fitting it in to seal the
powder. Pressing it down with the lever built in under the
barrel of the revolver.
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## Sergine "Serge" Carlock / 2025-02-06 01:45:18 | 12222
Come see this little war of mine.
[In stress testing]
Camarilla Brujah
Dexterity 4 : Lightning Reflexes | Strength 4 : Viscous | New
Arrival | Rep
Sergine arrives but a few steps behind Clara, the individual
still dressed in a fitted black suit, with a black shirt and an
even blacker tie. It's a severe looking outfit, but it works for
the angular features of its wearer. Sergine is tall, standing at
6'1 she towers over the others in the space. He is also the
least attractive thing in the space, everyone here is, by
definition, pretty. Sergine may have at one point fit in well
with the coterie, but the myriad scars that crisscross their
features leaves them far from the same classification.
The brujah did not arrive empty handed either. striding in with
an extra long dufflebag, over one shoulder, a long hardcase over
the other and a backpack squeezed inbetween those two things.
Encircled by each arm is a pair of large rolled up, what looks
like rubber mats, each of them likely many yards worth of
material. None of this seems to bother the individual, who at
the best of times is hard to place in regards to his gender.
Smoke grey eyes survey the space as they enter, taking in all
points of entry before casually setting their own load down
beside the table, but not, as of yet beginning to unload
anything.
"Pleasure." The Brujah offers as she turns about, the sound of
her voice like that of someone who smoked to much, or maybe
their vocal chords were as scarred as the rest of them. Sergine
seemed to take a moment to take in the other vampires and their
ghouled staff before looking once more to the space around them.
He notes the many, many windows and a grimace crosses his
features, the look causing the many scars that beset her face to
crinkle and shift. They'd turn back once more, returning their
attention to the table as the woman unslung a copious amount of
weaponry, those grey eyes taking particular note of the beretta
and its...specialist ammo.
"Decent little armoury." They'd admit before looking to Clara,
clearly intent upon something, but pauses....now was not their
time to talk.
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## Anastasia Anderson / 2025-02-06 03:22:37 | 12226
Stacy
*Young hearts, out our minds
Runnin' 'til we outta time
Wild childs, lookin' good
Livin' hard just like we should*
-Kesha
[*Approved*]
Malkavian | Oracular Ability
Visual (Colorful Sparkles) and Auditory (Whispers)
Hallucinations
BP: 12/12, 1/turn | W: 4/4 | Humanity: 6
I'm mostly quiet while I watch the new person. The brujah's face
sparkles, especially around the scars. *They're a warrior, a
soldier, a weapon* the whispers say. Of course he is, she looks
the part. Their entire demeanor screams it. This is a mercenary,
looking for a cause.
“Love you too, bitch.” I reply to MK with a distracted smile,
though my eyes never leave Serge. They intrigue me. I have to
force myself to pull my eyes away (( WP to Supress derangement
)). The light in my eyes completely chances as I force the Gift
of Malkav down. My focused eyes turn to Clara. “No, but they
come when they wish, so pay attention.” I say with a smile, and
then push myself to my feet.
I look at Serge again, this time with clarity in my eyes. “Alex
and Mitch are yours to command until this is over.” I tell the
mercenary. “They're skilled, and know how to use what might my
blood gives them.” I look at Alex sitting by the elevator. “Do
you understand?” I ask, him and he just nods. Then to Clara. “I
can fire a gun. Daddy made sure I could defend myself.” Before I
drank him dry, thanks to my Sire...
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## M'Kayleigh Bancroft / 2025-02-06 04:46:24 | 12228
"Don't talk like you don't want me,
Don't talk like I'm some zombie"
[Ventrue Neonate] [Fame:1] [Blush of Health]
"Cause I know you love this feeling - Say you're ready to go,
Say you're ready to go.
I know your body's screaming - Say you're ready to go, Say
you're ready to go."
[App:4 Exotic] [Cha:3] [Presence:3]
[WP: 5/5 - H:6 - BP: 8/10]
Tampa, FL
M'kayleigh watches as Sebastien unloads all his gear, some
energy drinks and some kind of fancy rifle or something. She
thought about saying hi and flirting a little, but suppressed
the urge to toy with him for the moment. He looked kinda busy,
and well... once the gun came out, she was less interested. She
flicks her eyes around the room as more people enter, Clara and
the new addition to the group, Sergine. MK joins Stacy on the
couch as more weapons get brought out. She's pretty sure they
*all* were fancy, and somewhere somebody would be creaming
themselves over the firearms. She however, was thoroughly
disinterested.
"I'm not touching any of them, periodt. Thanks for the heads up
tho, 'preesh." She says with a grin. Guns just... weren't her
thing. She took a women's self defense class, to like... get
away from attackers or whatever. Daddy made her take fencing
lessons before the plane crash, so she could theoretically
*kinda* use a very thin sword if they had one, but even then she
was sure it would likely not come to that. They appeared to have
it covered, as far as personnel and weapons. She was glad she
didn't have to throw money at the problem and deal with a bunch
of the private corporate military 'walking eggplant emojis' that
Daddy usually employed when his safety was put into question. MK
wasn't a fighter, but she would do anything she could to help...
right now her help was obviously not needed.
MK leans against Stacy, listening to the Malkavian address the
Brujah and order her twin ghouls around. "Welcome back" she
whispers. She looks back to Clara as the Toreador makes
introductions after the lengthy setup of her own weaponry. It
was quite the little armory the three of them, including
Sebastian, had unloaded and readied. "Sergine..." She repeats
the name. "That's fvcking Tuff. I'm here for it, the androgyny,
the scars, it's all giving FAAFO. I love that for you." She
gushes. "I'm M'Kayliegh Bancroft, or MK" She says with a slight
shrug. "She, Her" She adds. The one benefit of her young age is
her complete acceptance of gender identity, and presentation, or
lack thereof. She wouldn't ask Serge's gender... but she would
offer her own pronouns, in case Serge wanted to drop theirs. If
not, MK would remain gender neutral when referring to them, and
use their name more often than not. "So like... what's next? Do
we just sit here and wait for something to happen?"
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## Clara Groves / 2025-02-06 04:53:42 | 12230
*I want to watch you bleed
You're the crime but I'm the scene*
Toreador | Auspex 2 | Enchanting Voice
The Tampa Edition: Penthouse Suite
Two chambers in, and she turns her gaze up at Serge while
working on the third. Didn't bring her nitrile gloves, but of
course there are always moist towelettes to obsessively clean
black smears off of her fingertips between bullets. Mental note
to add a box of gloves to her emergency kit next time. "If I
gotta sling DBs, we're in a heap of trouble," she murmurs to the
Brujah, using an acronym to keep the other two from picking up
on what precisely she means. The less they know, the better.
Third silver bullet is pressed down into the powder.
Standing from the table, she paces over to Stacy and pulls her
long coat back to expose the 7.5mm Field Pistol at her hip. It's
far more modern than anything else she'd brought. "Only a
thousand of these were ever made," she explains, drawing the
bulky pistol. It's slightly larger than an M1911 - slightly
longer, slightly wider. Her left hand darts for the Malkavian's
wrist, like a rattler goin' for a bite. "Won't ever be no more,
I reckon." She presses the bright red aluminum grip into Stacy's
palm. "So this ain't... for keeps. But use it if you got to,
Anastasia." Light grey eyes stare into Stacy's meaningful.
"It's chambered, an' the safety's off." She lets go of the
weapon completely and then looks to MK. "Well, M'Kayleigh, day's
fast approaching. I think what we do *now* is turn in." She
looks around for Sebastian, then snaps her fingers twice to get
his attention. "If I find out you got drunk and passed out I'll
shoot you like a damn snake." He gives her a casual wave, as
though she'd just given him a friendly greeting, then changes
the channel on the big flatscreen in the side room he's set up
shop in and takes another long swig of beer.
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